Like a Mighty sailing shipelaborately fashionedhe'd sailed the high sea'sMany a year or twoBattling all the elementsComing and going upon the tidesMooring within enemy portsNe'er finding the docksthat His heart knew was homeThrough the fog and rainwith a heavy laden cargo!The mighty hull hit rockbottomon a voyage into the unknown watersUnchartered territoryTurning it around,Swinging that enourmous boomCome about in a new directionAching for a Natural mooringFamiliar, one that knew the ballastGuided only by a brightly coloured moonsailed on through the thick pea soup fogtill there as it lifted,gently blew asidefrom a friendly midnight breezeHe'd sailed right into the Portof his own making, this the natural mooring.Weighing Anchor finally,pledged he, put to sea no moreSafe in the knowledgeYounger seeds should set sailin his mighty name.Scuttled he in that Portwith Winter, Summer, all seasonsrolled into oneThis, The Winter, of his Content!